Porcupine Ridge I found myself in the fire burned hills

The girl slowed coming to a halt once the remaining beasts had moved past. Panting, she turned and looked for her companion, her tail wagging. She padded to him once she found him, and found the need to check him for wounds. She knew he must've had some sort of tumble, and was eager to make sure that he was okay. She herself was fine, but like him would most likely be bruised by at least tomorrow, if not before. She approached him happily, lowering her head and moving it towards him, giving a whine of permission to check out his chest, shoulders, and sides for any wounds. Surely if one of the above was broken, she'd be able to tell, but she just wanted to see where he might be hurting. 

If he allowed her to prod, she would've nosed below his jawline and made her way down to his bruised shoulder. She made note of it curiously and then moved on, to his other one. Eventually his ribs would have been nosed, and she would've let out a happy yip to inform him he was a-okay. However, if he wanted none of her nosey ways, she would've lowered herself apologetically and aimed some hopeful licks to his lower muzzle, hoping he'd understand she was only trying to help.